The Grand Class cabin of the Graceia is very luxurious, the huge space is completely exclusive to Reiner, and the ability to look down on the land through the observation deck can be said to be a pleasure.

Contrary to the expected bumps, the entire journey of the floating ship was unusually smooth, as if it were on the ground, and I don't know if it was the design of the stateroom or it was the same.

It took about half a day to get from Toroto to Lake Wagner, and Reiner was able to enjoy a top-notch lunch here, with juicy pan-fried beef ribs, creamy mushroom soup, fluffy bread and fresh vegetables, on par with the food Reiner remembered the aristocratic son used to eat at home.

After lunch, Reiner took another nap to read the latest news, and with the whistle blowing, the Graceia arrived at the harbor of Lake Wagner.

As soon as he got off the boat, Reiner could feel the magical aura in the air, and he saw that many of the pedestrians coming and going in the harbor were already mages wearing mage robes, and the gold edges on their cuffs represented their ranks, unlike the most seen first-ring mages near the Crescent Academy, most of the mages here already had the level of three rings, obviously, the threshold for the mercury balance to accept people was still quite high.

"Are you here to try your luck too?"

Reiner had just finished the formalities needed to disembark when a man in a double-breasted gown approached Reiner.

"Luck?"

Not knowing what the other party meant, Reiner was a little puzzled.

"Hey, I thought you were just like me, looking for opportunities here."

The man smiled, didn't care, and then stretched out his hand, and a gold border on the cuff was particularly conspicuous.

"My name is Peter, and I've just been promoted to the rank of One Ring Mage."

"Hello, I'm Reiner."

Reiner naturally reciprocated politeness to others, and after thinking about it, he asked.

"What did you just say about luck?"

"Hey, I'm talking to you...... Well, let's find a bar to sit in, and in a little while, when the regular ships from the Rainbow Tower arrive, it won't be easy to find a seat. ”

Peter said heartily, leading Reiner into a lively bar and ordering two glasses of Butterbeer before speaking.

"You're a mage apprentice, aren't you?"

"Yes."

Reiner hadn't passed the exam yet, and he hadn't carved any spell models into the Heart Lake, so he was indeed a mage's apprentice.

"There are only two kinds of mages who come to Lake Wagner at this point in time, one is the one who has received an invitation to attend the annual academic conference of the mercury balance, and the other is a low-level mage like me who expects to be appreciated by an adult and become his student."

Peter patiently explained, and Reiner listened intently.

When graduating from a magic school, apprentices generally have two choices, one is to take the exam and strive to become a one-ring mage, and the other is to go home to inherit the family business, and the apprentices who become a one-ring mage need to find a teacher after getting the certificate of passing the exam.

They will take their results and go to various famous or ordinary mid-level mages, hoping to become his students, due to the regulations of the High Council, intermediate mages must take on the obligation of training new people, and the resources that can be obtained by training a mage are also very rich, so most people are happy to recruit students.

Some of their students are graduates of the magic school they teach, and some are graduates of other magic schools.

Peter graduated from Wellington School of Magic, which is a seventh-order magic school, slightly better than Crescent Academy, but his school does not have a mid-level mage, so in order to learn, he must find a mid-level mage to get guidance, and usually this process lasts from months to years, but there is also a shortcut, which is this annual meeting.

During this three-day annual conference, most of the elite mages of the Mercury Balance will be present at Lake Wagner, which also gives the junior mages the opportunity to come into contact with these grown-ups.

Of course, for mediocre people, no amount of opportunities is in vain, and no more than five people become mid-level mage students through this path every year, but people still enjoy it.

Similarly, for other organizations, there are similar activities, according to Peter, he is good at alchemy and necromancy at school, so in addition to the annual meeting of the mercury scale, he will also attend the annual meeting of the necromantic organization Immortal Throne in the month of Starfall (October).

This sounds a bit like running a job fair back then, Reiner listened and thought at the same time, it seems that even if you become a mage, you need to consider a lot of issues, the vast majority of mage inheritance in this world is still blood inheritance or master-apprentice inheritance, and magic schools are just used as basic education, replacing the aristocratic schools and church schools in the past.

"So I thought you were trying your luck like me, after all, the annual meeting starts tomorrow, and all the adults should be moving in tonight."

Peter shrugged his shoulders and said, he also has some so-called treasures summarized by his predecessors, such as which inn a certain adult likes to stay in, which adult will go to which bar at night, which sounds to Reiner, which is a bit similar to the metaphysical strategies on Earth.

"Get out of the way, I still have to drink!"

Just as the two were talking, on the wine table next to him, a bearded uncle broke his wine glass, looking like he was drunk, he stood up, staggered two steps, and then collapsed in front of Reiner and Peter, and began to vomit.

"It stinks......"

Peter covered his nose and hurried away.

Reiner stood up and took a step back, not letting the vomit stain his clothes.

The uncle was lying on the ground, looking weak, and the bar owner picked up the broom and came over.

"I'm going to spit it out, damn it, and, pay!."

He made the gesture of beating the man, but Reiner reached out to block the boss's broom and threw a silver coin at the same time.

"I paid for his drinks."

It's not that Reiner suddenly wants to do charity, but he doesn't want to get caught up in boring violence.

The old man struggled to his feet, glanced at Reiner with cloudy eyes, tossed him a strangely shaped coin, and said in a vague tone.

"Thank you."

Then squeezed out of the crowd and left the bar.

"There are a lot of people like this, Wagner is also a city after all, some people don't pursue it, and they start to indulge in drunkenness after making a little money, especially in these days, there will be more beggars, and you will meet them in the future."

Peter, who seemed to have become accustomed to it, sniffed his clothes to make sure there was no odor, and said to Reiner,

"I'm staying in room 36 of the Black Raven Hotel next door, except for the possibility of waiting outside the venue tomorrow when the meeting ends, I should be ready in the room, if you have nothing to do, you can come to me, let's discuss magic or something."